![]() ![]() O when may it suffice? That is Heaven's part, our part To murmur name upon name, As a mother names her child When sleep at last has come On limbs that had run wild. Too long a sacrifice Can make a stone of the heart. Maybe Yeats is starting to wonder what his life is for if there's nothing he's willing to die for. He probably wonders here whether there's anything inside of him that's as constant and pure as the devotion that his friends had to their political cause.It's like he's questioning his own bravery because he totally backed away from all the fighting and wanted no part in it. Here, Yeats almost sounds as if he feels some sort of survivor guilt over what has happened to his friends.No, these folks are like a stone that continues to exist "in the midst of all" the change that's going on. But not the people who died in the Easter Uprising. ![]() ![]() They live totally in the here and now and they just take change as it comes. They don't really think about the past and the future because they're animals. It's great that the moor-hens love to dive into the water and call out to their boyfriends, the moor-cocks. We get the point that nature is nice and you're very good at describing it. The long-legged moor-hens dive, And hens to moor-cocks call Minute by minute they live: The stone's in the midst of all. ![]()
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